Title: A Most Unlikely Pair

Pairing(s): MarthXLink, IkeXPit

Rating: M

A/N: -whips out fan and fans herself-

Ho ho!

I come to present to you a fanfic dedicated to one of my most-treasured friends NanaeTsuki-sama!

And to show my appreciation to her and her amazing artistic talent, I've decided upon writing her a fanfic of her choice. MarthXLink is a rare couple—and I have a passion for rare couples in anything that I read—and I've strangely grown into liking it. So expect more MarthXLinkness in the future.

Gomen for any mistakes and what not... I have a killer headache and I need to study for an exam if I plan on passing Biology—which I do, by the way.

"A Most Unlikely Pair" by the one and only HokageAkamaru.

Shall we start?

Un deux trois quatre.


I did not intend on falling this... this deeply in love with him. I did not intend to become so friendly with him, to make him take me into his arms and embrace me however many times he's done in the past and present.

Perhaps mentally I didn't, but I suppose my heart—which has a mind of its own—had other intentions it wanted to comply to.

I was not prepared for them.

And so mindlessly did I stumble into this sticky situation, and now what am I to do?

He's all I ever think about.

Night and day.

Sunset to sunrise.

His golden, gravity-defying hair, his... his vibrant, stimulating blue eyes that trembles my soul, for only they are strong enough to see my true ambitions... And his ears... I've fallen in love with his ears, too. They define him in a way.

I strongly admire his courage, his intelligence, his masculine grace... and overall, that shining, inner beauty that gives Rigel (1) a fair reason to be spiteful. He's my close friend, the one I turn to for advice, for fellowship, and ultimately... for consoling.

Even after the few years that have wasted away, the pain created by them still remains at bay within my heart. The many good comrades that I've lost due to battle... The men and women who have willingly given their lives for my personal goal, and my late family members... the boiling feelings unpredictably come rushing back to haunt me.

I have meltdowns and I become very irritable... On some days, I will conceal myself in my dorm room, refusing to converse with anyone. Sulking... drowning aimlessly in my own hopelessness. Nights are long... lonely and dark. Just like the beating organ locked away in my ribs. There is no such thing as the sun. Or light.

Only darkness.

Darkness... evil... and pain. But all it takes for the pessimistic spirits to retreat from my body is the gentle, cleansing touch of my blonde-haired angel Link.

It can be a simple smile, a goofy laugh, a... a wink of his lashes, a touch of his soft cheek... and all would be well. Only he is able to soothe me like that...

He's unlike any other that I've come across in my years of existence.

And over the two-and-a-half years that we've known each other, I feel that our bond has grown stronger...

...I both feared and anticipated this.

Getting this intimate with him was a foreseeable tragedy in the making. Because, in the end, all it will bring me is heartache.

Regret.

And I do not wish to add another person to my list of whom I've lost. Especially one... that I feel... holds my heart and all its entirety in his sweet, loving hands.

Now I am not a man to lie. So in all honesty... I truly, truly am passionately in love with him. So in love that its tearing me up from the inside out.

Like a parasite.

Yes—that's exactly what love is—a parasite.

Prince Marth Lowell


I gawked at him for what felt like a blissful eternity the second we met. And in between that endless span of time, I could feel my heart spring to life.

That presaged what was to become of us.

At that instant—the very second our eyes locked—our distant futures were somehow linked. I did not, at that particular stage, know how we were connected... Would it be by friendship? What was our bond composed of? What was the material of the thread that intertwined our fates? I do not have the answers to all of these questions presently, but... I do know that I love him.

And somewhere in the hopeful regions of my heart, I do believe that... that he feels the same. Only the gods know how much I pine to become closer to him, to become something more...

To be known proudly as his lover.

Here... and as well as everywhere else.

Link


A Most-Unlikely Pair

Link—after many hours of contemplation—unanimously decided upon taking on the role of the initiative. Although he'd be much, much more comfortable with the prince asking him to be his lover, he grew weary of wading around in a river of uncertainty where absolutely nothing happened.

They'd known each other for almost two years...

Hanging out together... Watching the moon rise above the horizon to claim the night sky together... and later on down their long, winding road of companionship, Prince Marth felt that their relationship was safe enough to share his feelings and thoughts... So he steadily opened up to his blonde friend about the many demons that pestered him to no end.

He felt... alive when around him, when held securely in his arms like a lost, broken child. Link was like a holy light—an angel, if you will, sent from the heavens especially for a corrupted person like himself—that drove out all of the negative entitles that poisoned his brain. His feathery, sweet voice ministered words of encouragement and empowerment to strengthen him, to build him up... And that was when Marth's watery, baby-blue hues not only noticed the physical beauty of his best friend, but the characteristics of his soul as well. His compassionate spirit, his abundant supply of empathy for the hurting ones around him...

Honestly, all he lacked were two, white wings!

It was unintended in the beginning, but the prince couldn't resist the charm, the grace, the pure heart of the golden-haired one and his irresistible smile. When he came to the realization of his blossoming and cancerous love for the archer, though, his mind told him to stop. Stop now, as things would get too serious, and a serious relationship was far from what he wanted.

...Or was it, exactly?

Did he truthfully yearn to share such amorous sensations with the one that he wanted to give his all to? Or did his fear of departing overshadow his true wants and needs?

That common phobia of his is what's permitting him to give the being that he knew craved the love from him his heart... the very common phobia that built a barrier, a boundary—whatever you would like to call it—that he was far too afraid of stepping over.

But everyday that thin, white line stared him dead in the face.

He could visualize in his mind Link standing far on the other side of it with his glistening, white wings, extending an arm to him... Telling him, assuring him, pleading to him that it would be alright... that he would be responsible of making everything sound again if anything were to ever go wrong. But Marth—the unseen, deceptive demons resting their lips near his ears as they crowded his cranium with plausible lies—did not want to take that risk.

It's not that Prince Marth did not take his word—he believed every, little thing that the flapping, pink organ in his mouth birthed—but, again, he was afraid what was to become of it... their relationship. Well... the end of it, anyway. And he had a logical reason to be.

Way before Link had ever known such a beautiful being existed on the face of the Earth, Prince Marth had gone through many tragedies and courageously faced many hardships. Every day was a struggle to stay alive for he and his tight band of brave, willing souls who wholly volunteered to risk their lives for Marth's dream. Sadly as a result, some of these good friends lost their lives... And a few of those friends the prince had had close, personal relationships with, and losing that special bond never ceased to depress him whenever that unmistakable angel of death loomed over their corpses.

A rather traumatizing event for any human being.

Now try having that happen to you as many times as you can count. It'd practically make anyone a little standoffish about creating a unique tie with a person you'd probably only know for a few days... maybe even hours.

It would make one... heartless.

Emotionless. And in similar cases... lonely. Anticipating the next death of a fellow comrade was always fresh on the mind of the young prince until it would physically and emotionally drain him. He carried that same isolating notion into the Super Smash Brothers mansion... He created light acquaintances with the residents that dwelled there, distancing his true, friendlier self from them, for he would be returning to his friends to resume his agonizing conquest. But Link was the only one out of the thirty-five to take the time to whisk away the protective, veiling mist that the prince used to shroud himself, and get to really know him as a person... and much more.

But that was all the noble was able to be to him... a person... a friend.

Nothing more... and nothing less.

And this was the one and only revelation that Prince Marth could not and absolutely would not lie on Link's burden-less shoulders.

That is... until now.

AM-UP

Voila!

Link completed adding the finishing touches to his poem with a cry of triumph. After hours and hours of previous modifications, he'd finally produced an exceptionally-sappy love poem that he was actually proud of! But it was definitely worth the gallons of sweat and the unattractive blisters on his fingers... Marth had a good eye for literature, and the blonde proclaimed himself a poet. He felt that he harnessed some sort of an inner writer's spirit, if you call filling a three-subject notebook with nothing but poems in less than a month just that.

And of course, all of those poems orbited around a special, special someone.

Link was really sensitive about other's critiques of his work, so he kept most of his private collections to himself—and on top of that, some of his poems were... let's say... for his eyes only. His more explicit poems—or more like stories—were securely folded away in a black, leather-bound notebook. And that was sealed in a secret compartment that only he knew the whereabouts of.

But never mind that, he was more focused on getting his beautifully-written poem into the prince's soft hands before midnight, his usual turn-in time.

The Hylian proofread the lyric piece held out in front of him until his eyes burned, a smile itching at his lips. It wasn't a very subtle poem... It told whoever it was to be given to his exact wants, needs and feelings written in black, glossy ink on a fine sheet of fancy stationery...

I did my best on this... I... I hope he likes it.

And, as usual, that's when he began to doubt himself.

Well... what if I'm taking this too far? I... What if he really doesn't like me? What if I've been misinterpreting his motives and gestures—?

"Liiiiiink!" shrilled a flowery voice from behind. The blonde nearly jumped out of his red pajamas in one fluid move! The mysterious person continued to sing his name aloud, surely waking at least three or four, now angered Smashers. He stumbled over to his door before placing his precious piece of paper on his little desk. The barrier was opened, a great chill fluttering all the papers suspending from his boards.

Who was the disruptor of his hopeless thoughts?

Why, none other than the little, curious angel Pit, clothed in drooping, blue polka-dotted PJs that were a tad bit large for his petite figure—they could probably fit Link. They were a gift from his boyfriend Ike, so he wore them in spite of this...

A glittering duo of purple irises—obviously lacking any signs of being the least bit sleepy—greeted Link under the doorway.

Pit?!

"Link! Fantastic, you're awake! Are you done with the poem yet?! Can I read it, can I read it?!"

"Absolutely not! And keep it down, will ya?! People are trying to sleep!"

Pit—joined with the rest of the mansion—knew about Link, Marth and their dreadfully-apparent crushes on one another. He was motivated not to miss out on the beginnings of this lovely couple whom everyone—excluding those like Ganondorf and Wolf, who could care the least—wished would finally tie the knot. But it wasn't that simple.

Link re-entered his dorm, the disheartened cupid trotting along his right side.

"Why?!" he pestered, "I wanna read it!"

"No! It's none of your business. An' aren't you supposed to be in bed?! It's nearly midnight!"

"But... but you said I could see it. You said so, Link..." the young angel pouted... the pout that won over the mercenary's heart.

But it didn't win over everyone's.

Link took one glance at his lips and chuckled.

"Ha... sorry buddy, but that has zero effect on me. Just scram."

Pit's then adorable pout turned into a much angrier one.

"Hey! You'd better be nice to me! Or I'll tell Ike on you!"

"Pssh..." the Hylian grabbed his poem as he simpered, "I'm not scared of Ike."

"Oh... Are you, now?"

Link stopped.

That last utterance from the angel caused the brain of the blonde to flashback to one of his recent memories. He'd accidentally injured one of the little brunet's wings during a tournament, and Ike's sharp—twitching—sapphire eyes had given him such a poisonous glare, he couldn't bring himself to look at the man for about a month. He was highly protective of his little one overall, and would pummel anyone into a bloody pulp according to the angel's bidding.

So what if Pit told him of this fixable dilemma?

Link would rather not have that answered...

"Heh... Actually, Pit... I needed someone to proofread this. It's fortunate that you've come along!"

Pit smirked victoriously, retrieving the paper from hand, "I thought so." He made himself comfortable and plopped his body onto the Hylian's bed and began reading. Link took a seat in his obsidian desk chair, nervously awaiting the boy's feedback...

And it wasn't long before he got it.

"Awwwwww! Link! This is so sweet!!"

"You really think so? It's not too sappy?"

The brunet's painfully-gigantic smile glowed as he hopped around the bed with the poem in his claws, "No! It's perfect, perfect, perfect!"

"HEY! Careful!! Do you know how many times I've had to rewrite that?! And that's my last sheet of stationery!"

My gods... What does this boy eat that gives him this energy?

The angel stopped jumping once the sheet had been snatched out of his grasp. Luckily, it did not rip.

"Oops. Sorry... But yes. It is a beautiful poem. Marth will love it, I'm sure."

Link apprehensively asked, hunching forward, "Do you think... Prince Marth... really likes me...?"

"'Likes you'?! He's in love with you, silly!"

"But if he was so in love with me, he would've asked me to be his lover ages ago. Maybe... Maybe I'm misconstruing this entire situation..."

...No.

No, no, no... Pit hated when Link got to talking pessimistically like this. What was wrong with him?! Couldn't he feel the prince's love for him when they embraced? Couldn't he taste it in the air? Couldn't he see it whenever the prince gallantly took a hit for him on the battle field?! It was there—everyone could see it!

But why couldn't Link?

"Link!!" What are you talking about?!" fiercely inquired the angel. He gently grasped his friend's free hand, led him onto the mattress, the both of them taking seats.

"Prince Marth... is undoubtedly in love with you, Link. I honestly think that it's pathetic that you two have known each other for so long and haven't taken your relationship any further! I mean—you're practically friends with benefits! There are signs of his love for you; you can see them! I know you can! He trusts you and only you with his feelings—"

"—That's because I don't go blabbing personal things aloud like some of the others," Link excused.

"...Well he... he... His eyes sparkle in your presence—!"

"—He's only happy to see me. That doesn't necessarily mean anything..."

"But all he talks about is you and how much of an amazing person you are! And how much you care for him and how lucky he is to have a person like you by his side!"

"And that's because we're best friends—"

Pit backhanded him on his golden head.

"Ow!"

"Stop interrupting me and making those excuses!"

"But they're true! They don't mean anything—!"

"—They'll never mean anything with that attitude!"

Link took those words to heart...

"...Did it ever come across your mind that maybe he's a little scared? Remember how I had to ask Ike to be my lover? He'd always felt the same way about me—we both loved each other. He was just a little bashful... which I think is extremely cute coming from a person like him. He's probably waiting for you to pop the question... for you to take a hold of those reigns! And by reading that poem, I presume you're going to confess to him tonight?"

The Hylian—soothing his massive bump on his noggin—nodded in confirmation.

"Yes... I would hope so."

"So tell him how you feel. Just be sincere and everything will be just fine! What could possibly go wrong?"

And now that he thought of it... what could possibly go wrong? As Pit mentioned before, the two of them practically had a relationship, or they showed early, relevant signs of the beginning of one. If the angel's claims about the lustrous eyes and the trust issue were true, then Prince Marth must've harbored some feelings for him...

...Right?

Link unfolded his poem, thoroughly looked over its every stanza, word and letter, grinning with radiance.

"Alright... I'm gonna... I'm gonna do it."

Pit slapped him powerfully on his back—knocking the wind out of this Hylian buddy, "Well! What are you waiting for?! It's almost midnight! Onward to the prince's dorm you go! He eagerly awaits his green-clothed knight!"

The dark-haired angel impatiently whisked Link out of his own dorm, blessing him with nothing but good fortune and wishes as he jogged down the corridors...

...all the while waking about five or six grouchy Smashers with his voice.

AM-UP

Prince Marth looked to the round, silver bowl in the infinite sky, his tender eyes finding comfort in its heavenly, covenanting beams of light. Could this be the very reason for his insomnia?

No... that could not be it. The light did not really bother him.

What really bothered him, though, was the relationship matter between him and Link. The situation gnawed at his brain stem like a little, peevish rodent, brewing many a thoughts that denied him the simple gratification of sleep.

Sleep... it seemed like a luxury to him.

To close your eyes and have a decent dream for a change—or no dream at all—appeared impossible for the young noble.

It would be for anyone who struggled with a predicament such as the one he had. This was one battle that he knew he would not win. He'd lost this raging war, but nevertheless, he would not go out without a bang. And that "bang" was closer than it appeared. He assumed that the only way to prevent this from happening was to isolate himself from the blonde. But he knew and his heart knew that he was not capable of withstanding the side effects of going without hearing his angel's sweet voice, or seeing his face, or feeling his exhilarating touch.

The prince dragged his hand through his well-kept locks.

Why? Why, why, why won't this feeling leave me? No matter what I do, how hard I try, it will not subside!!

A shuffling of the feet could be heard from the main hall.

Prince Marth rose from his bed.

Who could be up at a time such as this?

There was a soft rap at his door.

"Oh! Um—Come in!" called the noble.

At that command, his wooden door slowly eased open, the dimmed light from the hallway spilling into his room. A short, shapely silhouette with pointed appendages stood erect, peeking into his room.

Link?

"...Marth?" peeped the figure politely, closing the door behind him. The Hylian stepped consciously into the pale moonlight, which illuminated his lovely countenance. He hid the poem behind his back.

Link saw that the prince was already tucked in his thick covers and dressed in his pajamas. He thought that he had interfered with his rest—and he knew better than anyone that that man needed all the sleep he could possibly obtain. He felt a little guilty and uncomfortable for this.

The blonde neighbored his full-sized bed, looking to his bare toes.

"Ohh... were you sleeping? I'm sorry to have disturbed you—I-I'll come back later—"

"—No! No, no! I was just lying in bed—awake! I wasn't asleep."

"Oh... okay."

Link sighed with a grateful smile; Marth had to swallow his heart.

"Ah! Forgive me—Sit! Sit, sit!"

Marth shoved the pillow to the left of him aside, his hand slapping the newly-made spot that rest close to him.

Really close.

Link's mantled cheeks could bake two, raw eggs. He crawled easily onto his bed with a soft, "Thank you".

"No problem. The pleasure is all mine."

Link snickered, a small laugh as pure as an angel's.

And this is why my heart will not stop aching for you.

The duo marinated in an eerie silence for quite a while before the pair leapt into conversations involving miscellaneous topics: Today's and yesterday's matches, the small blemish on the monarch's shoulder, how Link's poems were coming along...

...Random topics.

"Come to think of it, I haven't read any of your poems in a good while."

Link's blush returned.

"Ehh... they're... they're not worth reading."

Most of them are about you, anyway.

"Anything you write is worth reading, Link. The writing technique that you use... it's beautiful. I've never seen anything like it."

"Wow. Th-Thanks, Marth."

The noble granted his friend the privilege of seeing his beautiful, princely smile, Link's own eyeballs having a difficult time tearing themselves off his lips. He clutched tighter onto the paper behind his back. The poems of the blonde's that Marth's read were those of nature and its beauty... some of his older works. But now, all of them were centered around his object of affection...

"So uh..." Link bowed his head, "You know... Pit and Ike's anniversary is next month."

Marth gasped at this news.

"Ah, yes! A year, right?"

"Yeah... a year. A love that strong for a year... Heh, Pit's already talking about getting married."

"Married?!"

"He's probably bluffing—although you can never really tell with Pit—but it's the thought that counts. I'm happy for them... It must be nice to be with someone you love."

The Hylian shyly bat his lashes in his crush's direction. Prince Marth slightly lowered his head in guilt. Link was hinting around again.

And so he automatically knew where he was going with this one.

Link... spare yourself of this pain. It saddens me watching you struggle like this. How can you continue to love me when all I ever bring you is dissatisfaction? Unhappiness? What attracts you to me so? What about me catches your liking? I am certainly nothing special.

"...Marth?"

"Y-Yes?"

The trembling, blonde man held treacherously onto his poem.

"I... I have something to confess to you."

The taller individual swallowed softly.

"Oh... eh, really?"

"...Yeah."

Link's hopeful, gleaming orbs poked every inch of his crush's glowing skin, trying to decode the peculiar emotion littered about his face, but the prince couldn't bring himself to meet those big, round eyes...

Link exhaled so heavily it roughly hurt to breathe in.

Here I go... the moment of truth.

"Marth... obviously there's a reason why I've come tonight. And that is to... is to get something off my chest that I've been carrying around for... since the moment... that I've met you, basically. I-I'm not going to keep you up all night with his. So um... to... to simply put this...

I...

I really, really like you. I like you, Marth. I like you a lot. Very much. Um... I-I know we're best friends and all, but... I can't help it. You're a wonderful person an'... an' you're nice... an' funny... an' beautiful an'... yeah."

Such sweet, sweet words that the young prince both yearned and feared caused an unfamiliar pain like any other to surface within his breasts. This was the exact pain that he tried to avoid feeling... but as we all know, love was the victor of that battle.

"Oh—and um... I've always wondered if you felt the same way... about me."

Link slowly looked to the man he loved with glimmering eyes and a notable smile. The prince despised himself, for he was going to be the one slapping that beautiful grin from his voluptuous lips, and he was going to be the one that caused the glitter in his eyes to liquefy and run down his lovely cheeks.

He didn't want to do it—and he really didn't have to—but he felt like it was something that had to be done.

It took him a few minutes, but the prince had finally readied himself.

He readied himself... to break Link's heart.

"Link... you are a wonderful, spectacular person. I both treasure and value you as a close friend... but—"

The smile on the archer's lips faded...

I knew it.

"—I'm afraid that I am unable of being anything more than your friend... I am sorry."

The veins of Link's heart snapped at the sincere apology, the organ fumbling to the bottom of his right foot.

I knew he didn't like me.

I knew it, I knew it.

Stupid. I am so stupid.

Marth peered to the left of him at the silent, bent figure, wanting to embrace him and extract all the mixed emotions and the pain that he himself caused from his cold body.

I love you, Link. So, so much...

"Oh... well... um..."

"I hope just being friends is sufficient," the prince kindly stated, setting a soft hand onto his comrade's shoulder.

It was cold to the touch, according to the Hylian.

...I don't want to lose our friendship.

"Yeah... we can... be friends," Link responded, but in truth—and even presently—he wanted to be as far away from the prince as possible...

...He wanted to leave.

"I'm sorry for disrupting you with this. I'll leave you be."

And before Marth could deliver another word, the blonde archer leaped off the bed and made a break for the door.

I should have never come here...!

"L-Link!"

The monarch reached desperately for the man he called for.

No! Do not leave!

But—as expected—he did not come back. Perhaps Prince Marth did not yell loud enough? Or maybe Link was too heartbroken... maybe he hated him, now.

Maybe... maybe he never wanted to see his face ever again.

Marth lowered his grasping hand, his eyelids drooping...

Oh, Link... I am so sorry.

Breaking your heart because of my insecurities, just because I want to save myself from feeling pain. Instead of being true to you... instead of being true to my feelings.

How cowardly and vile do I feel. And if I cannot be true to you now, how will i ever be true to you in a relationship? Feelings are powerful forces shrouded in mystery, hence the love that I hold for you. But they are not as mighty as feelings of anxiety and fear...

The weary prince sank miserably into his warm linens, his back turned against the moonlight.

A coward like me does not deserve such a special person like you, Link. You are one of a kind, and you deserve someone just as unique... someone that will not boldly tell you any lies. Someone that can look you in the whites of your beauteous, blue eyes and share all of his dreams with you... I hope you will find a person like that.

Because that person is not me...

The lone swordsman settled his arms underneath his pillow, when suddenly, something sharp pricked his pinky.

"Ouch!"

He sprang up, inspecting his finger.

Aww... a paper cut.

But what could have caused it? He sat up, peeled away his pillow and found a neatly-folded sheet of paper.

Link left a paper here? Though I did not see him with a paper when he entered my dorm.

The prince delicately picked up the paper as if afraid that he'd receive yet another cut. "For Marth..." read the fancy text. Link had extraordinary penmanship.

He opened it heedfully, and began to read the poem that was apparently addressed to him...

O noble, valiant, precious one,
I offer you my heart.
And if you were to accept it,
I pray we never part.

But noble, valiant, precious one,
If you were to deny,
My world would reduce to bits and pieces,
And tears would I cry.

But hear me, noble, precious one,
If that were to be the case,
It would be utterly impossible for me—
To forget your beautiful face.

Because noble, valiant precious one,
I treasure thee so much.
Your smile, your taste, your everlasting grace—
Your savory, sweet touch.

O noble, valiant, precious one,
Lay my heart to rest.
For you wield the key to our destiny—
Choose what you see best.

My feelings for you are nothing but true,
My valiant, precious prince.
I shall never forget the moment we met,
For I've been loving you ever since.

Love,

Link (aka... Your Green-clothed Knight)

Prince Marth was unable to finish the poem because of the tears that distorted his vision. This was the final blow that ripped his heart into shreds.

Beautiful... this had to be the most beautiful thing anyone had ever written him, and he was given lots of written things, mostly from females. But this little piece of poetry took the cake. He'd probably never meet another person in his lifetime that held so much passion and so much love for him...

But remember? Marth didn't need love. He was more focused on not getting his feelings hurt as opposed to taking orders from his bossy heart.

But losing Link entirely was something he knew he could not take. He had already lost half of him that night if not all, but he could not handle whole.

Such devastation would destroy him.

I love you so much, Link.

More than you'll ever know.

Ever.


And I'm finished with the first chapter!

Please just pretend that Link's poem for Marth is epically awesome, because it's horrible (and yes, I thought it up).

Hokage's (meaningless) points:

(1): I love Astrology and Astronomy, and if you didn't know, Rigel is the brightest star in the constellation Orion and the sixth brightest star in the night sky. It is also a blue-white star C:

...So basically, Marth's afraid to love Link because he's terrified that he'll lose him like he's lost all of his other comrades in his quest to win back his kingdom. I kind of based it off Fire Emblem: Shadow Dragon since I just bought the game. I love it. And now Link's thinking that Marth really doesn't like him... but in actuality... he does.

'Tis sad... and confusing, yes? Well, I hope that little summary there makes (somewhat) sense.

I hope you like it Nanae-sama! Sorry that it took so long... I was thinking really hard xD But I'll think even harder to have the next chapter up in a jiff.

In the next chapter, Marth tells Pit about what's happened, and the prince finally opens up to Link about his true feelings. So there will be some development in their relationship there...

lD

'Til then!

Much Love,

HokageAkamaru